My Grandmother's Locket (Choice Poem #2)

Gold chain

Wound around my neck

An oval shaped pendent 

As a locket

The coldness of the material bumping against my skin

Whenever I saunter

Or whenever I run

Subconsciously my hand flies up where it hangs

Reassuring myself that it’s still there

Because never do I take it off

It has started to rust throughout the years

Yet the beauty never fades

The appearance may falter in appearance

But it’s the meaning that makes it so stunning

At least to me

Occasionally I open it

To see my grandmother

From time to time

Laying peacefully next to my heart

Reviews

[saige_mitchell17]

Beautiful, just like you:)

[BlackRose]

Aaawe (sniff), such a sweet loving piece. Love it.